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I just stare after her, a little shell-shocked.Scarring her corneas?I’m not that hideous am I?
CHAPTER28
TANNER
When I get downstairs, I’m disappointed to find that Deacon has not followed through on his promise to be waiting naked. He’s sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a plate of food set in front of him on the coffee table. It’s a little tasting plate with a bunch of different things that we can nibble on once we’re done having sex. It’s clear he’s put effort into it and it’s adorable.
But the jeans he’s wearing are not.
“What happened to naked Deacon?” I ask with a frown.
“There was an incident,” he informs me, his face flaming bright red.
I’m a little concerned by his shell-shocked expression, but as he relays the incident with Piper, the concern gives way to amusement, and as much as I try to keep it to myself, I just can’t seem to stop my lips from twitching.
“It wasnotfunny, Tanner! It was mortifying. Your daughter saw me naked. And really didn’t like it. She said I scarred her corneas.”
I give a wry shake of my head. “Piper’s always had a bit of a tendency toward the dramatic. And I guess it couldn’t have been the most comfortable experience to find my boyfriend naked in the kitchen of her childhood home. She’s not an idiot—she would have known that if you were naked it meant we’d either recently had sex or were about to. No daughter wants to think of their dad having sex.”
“That’s what’s so horrible—I totally traumatized her. And what if she can’t look you in the eye anymore?”
I wave his concern away. “She’ll be fine. She’s a big girl. From now on she’ll just have to knock. Or text when she’s coming over.” I pad over to the sofa so I can stand right in front of Deacon, in between his parted legs. “Now, about these jeans…they’re a problem for me.”
He lets out a breath of laughter, flashing me a wry grin. “Why don’t we keep pants while we have something to eat?”
I reach down to slide a hand over my dick, which is once again rock hard thanks to the prep I did while I was upstairs. Deacon tries to avert his gaze, but his eyes keep flashing back to sneak a peek, prompting him to let out a soft curse. “I thought you loved the sight of my dick?” I tease. “But now you want me to cover it up?”
“I think it would be best,” he rasps, swallowing hard.
His mouth might be saying the words, but his eyes look like he’s about to tackle me and suck down on my dick at any second.
“You sure you don’t want a little taste first?” I taunt, one eyebrow raised.
“Tanner,” he groans, closing his eyes. “Food. Eat. Energy. Please.”
I sigh.Whydid he have to say please?
“Fine, you win. I’ll be back in a sec.” I stride from the living room and duck into the laundry, grabbing a pair of sweats from the clean laundry pile. I quickly tug them on and then rush back to Deacon.
“Pants,” I announce, waving a hand at my lower half as though Deacon’s never seen sweats before.
“Good, now come over here and eat something. And don’t try to tell me you had a big breakfast,” he warns me, narrowing his eyes. “I know you’ve been taking care of yourself about as well as I have the last couple days.”
My disappointment at not jumping straight into more sex immediately vanishes as my heart swells with affection for this beautiful man. Of course he wants to make sure I’m eating right and prioritizing healthy behavior. Taking care of me and keeping me safe is what he does.
I climb onto the sofa and take up position in Deacon’s lap. “I love how you take care of me,” I murmur. “But it shouldn’t always be you. I need to be the one looking after you sometimes as well.”
“We can take care of each other,” he says with a soft smile. “You want to start by feeding me some grapes? I can’t reach from here.”
I arch a brow at him. “Feed you grapes? How very Grecian noble of you. Should I go cut down a palm tree so I can fan you with the leaves?”
He lets out a rumbling chuckle that lights up his whole face. “Let’s stick with the grapes for now. Although I wouldn’t say no to you rubbing my entire body with oil later.”
I sure as fuck wouldn’t say no to that either.
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“I still can’t believe Jazz tracked you down at school just to get us back together,” I muse, feeling incredibly proud of and grateful to my son. “He’s not exactly known for his altruism,” I add with a wry laugh.
